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towerofanimus2014-06-01 11:17 pm
Entry tags:
- *endgame,
- [au1] chidori yoshino,
- [au3] archer (prototype),
- [au4] grainne,
- [ou] asagi,
- [ou] asch the bloody,
- [ou] berserker (lancelot),
- [ou] fon master ion,
- [ou] lancer (zero),
- [ou] nesir aeser,
- [ou] reno,
- [ou] romeo,
- [ou] sephiroth,
- [ou] shion,
- [ou] suzaku kururugi,
- [ou] taiki,
- [ou] veronica (franken fran),
- [ou] xion,
- [ou] zelda (oot)
Endgame: Gathered on This Beach of the Tumid River
Characters: open
Setting: all around the Tower from the 25th of May to the 1st of June
Format: any
Summary: A general mingle for all characters throughout the Tower.
Warnings: Standard Animus warnings; please note anything specific in the subject headers of your threads
[The Tower is stagnant, the only signs of activity confined to the second block. There isn't much time left; it might be a good idea to rest and do whatever strikes your fancy before the timer hits zero.]
Setting: all around the Tower from the 25th of May to the 1st of June
Format: any
Summary: A general mingle for all characters throughout the Tower.
Warnings: Standard Animus warnings; please note anything specific in the subject headers of your threads
[The Tower is stagnant, the only signs of activity confined to the second block. There isn't much time left; it might be a good idea to rest and do whatever strikes your fancy before the timer hits zero.]

NOPE THE SEATBELTS DO NOTHING
Your... family?
[There are many things she doesn't understand about nations like Arthur. Many things she simply will never understand, like how they have families in the first place, and the implications thereof. But she does understand family, as little experience as she has had being a part of one. And she understands what he's saying by simply offering that precious length of fabric.
She understands it feels right, to consider him her family.
It's a soft, quiet thing, when she takes the folded flag. Slow, reverent, she holds it to her heart as she shuts her eyes, the tremble of her lower lip betraying how much this means to her. But only for so long, because in the next moment she's unhooking her other arm from his so she might slip it around his waist, pulling herself close to bury her face in his shoulder. She does not sob openly, as it seems she has so often done during their stay here, though she cannot entirely stop her voice from cracking a bit.]
... Thank you, Arthur. Thank you so much.
[It may not last long (it never lasts long), but she has a family again.]